Saturday, April 7, 2012

Boundaries

NaPoWriMo day 7! One week in!!!
Completed based on the prompt from the official blog today. I did a purple poem :)


"Figs"


We dragged ourselves from the earth's
purpurous hollows,
with pomegranate seeds in our bellies,
the violet light of dusk blinding us.

Marked, we were.
Purple as death—
slathered with mulberry juice,
fresh as the womb.
We pressed potpourri to our eyelids,
crushed lavender in our fists
and drowned our fingers
in the quiet amaranthine soil.
Our fingernails came up
        dyed indigo.

And one day we blossomed figs
and cried
when we split them open and realized
we still had pomegranate seeds inside.

We are barely a shallow line in the sand
between here and never-been-born.

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